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Fine Dining

Late one Tuesday afternoon in July, the mobile phone in Ross Quartermain’s pocket started to vibrate gently, just as the underground train taking him home drew into a station. With nothing more pressing to do, he took the device out and checked the email text displayed on the screen. It was short and cryptic, “DP FTW 3LW! 1945 Axxx” Ross smiled, instantly knowing what it meant. This was an imperative he would not be able to ignore. The signatory “Axxx” was Lady Athena, a very well connected high class dominatrix he had known for about a decade. Firstly as a regular client, then more lately as a favoured slave, she had inducted him into her inner circle. Outside the lifestyle he was allowed to pass as a vanilla friend. Decoded, the message implied that a “dinner party” was to be held at her premises on Friday of that week. In another context it might possibly imply an impending double penetration, and the three lines might represent what could appear on his arse cheeks, but not this time. The event was clearly meant to be something rather more substantial. She wanted him there at a quarter to eight. This was a three line whip in the parliamentary spirit; it represented an imperative which, as her indentured slave, he must fully comply with. Anything else that he had planned for that time would have to be cancelled or re-arranged. Most significantly, he could not engage in sex with anyone else, nor could he masturbate until after the event. “CU” he replied before the train ...

... pulled into the tunnels again. Then as it emerged into the next station, the device vibrated again. “Tks CUTn” was the reply. Ross was in his mid thirties, a founding partner in a peer to peer business lending platform that he and an old college friend had set up a few years back. Recent severe restrictions on bank lending coupled with extremely low interest rates had allowed his novel alternative channel for funding small companies to become very successful. The platform was now securely established on the internet with a large panel of lenders and borrowers, handling hundreds of millions of pounds worth of loans. This success had delivered him a high standard of living, but with it came the need to project a solid, impeccable image of complete integrity and respectability. A good general education, topped off by a first class degree from a respected university attested to all that. Yet he remained resolutely single, despite being physically fit, good company, well maintained, and reasonably handsome. Colleagues were often bemused by this apparent paradox. Speculation that he might be a closet gay man with a secret lifestyle had many takers. Ross’s lifestyle was certainly secret; he never, ever, mixed business with pleasure. Any of the necessary socialisation associated with the business was without exception conducted in restaurants or hotels. As his principal sphere of operations was in the technical arena, he had no responsibility for marketing and only passing contact with ...